Little green tents where the soldiers sleep, And the sunbeams play, and the women weep, Are covered with flowers today; And between the tents walk the weary few, Who were young and stalwart in sixty-two When they went to the war away. The little green tents are built of sod, And they are not long, and they are not broad, But the soldiers have lots of room; And the sod is a part of the land they saved, When the flag of the enemy darkly waved, The symbol of dole and doom. The little green tent is a thing divine; The little green tent is a country's shrine, Where patriots kneel and pray. And the brave men left, so old, so few, Were young and stalwart in sixty-two, When they went to the war away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK PERPLEXITY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD A PITIFUL CASE by WILLIAM BLAKE A WATERPIECE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO LABOR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |